BECAUSE IT'S...YOU!! Mother-IN-LAW

THERE ARE PELLETS!!

CHAPTER 33.

POV AZZAHRA

Then we went out to dinner together with Bulek, Paklek and Tarjo. Tarjo is now in third grade High School and will graduate next year. We ate with a little talk and we gathered on the terrace after dinner.

"Son Zahra, my Chinese friend is coming tonight. Coming soon too! Because his house is deket."

"Yes paklek. I'll just massage."

"There's a picture of Farhan, right?" ask Paklek.

"There's Paklek. Zahra just take HP inside." I walked into the house and then to the room took my HP which I still had not activated from the magrib.

On the terrace I sat again. Shortly after, someone came on a motorcycle. His people are old the same age as the paklek.

He got off the bike and walked to the terrace.

"Assalamualaikum," his regards.

"Getishalight." Answer us.

"Let's just relax again."

"Yes, enter Mr. Bambang. This is my niece, Zahra."

We shook hands and he sat across from me.

"Want to get some coffee?" ask bulek.

"Well, ma'am. That's good black coffee."

"Yes, for a second, I'll make it first."

Bulek walked into the house and headed to the kitchen.

"Well, why is this sir, he said someone would like a consultation?" ask him while lighting a cigarette.

"Yes, my nephew. Her husband changed in a few days. He cheated on him with his schoolmates, when he came here last week to refuse. And now he says he's in love with her!" paklek.

"Hm I'm trying to take a picture of her husband as Zahra. Is there a picture of him too?" tanyakanya.

"Oh there is also sir. This is a picture of my husband and a picture of his woman."

I showed them photos on my HP.

"Hmmm..!" He's kamit.

"Can bring two eggs. Eggplant chicken village, is there?" ask him to Paklek.

"Oh, there is." replied Paklek.

"Let me take the paklek." I stood up and walked into the kitchen. I picked up the eggs in the kitchen that were given by the bulek. I bring ready-made black coffee to the terrace. Bulek is frying sweet potatoes in the kitchen.

"Here sir please drink the coffee" I said and put a tray containing two cups of coffee and two eggs.

"We'll have coffee first, yeah deck. Haha"

"Yes, please drink sir," I said. Then they drank coffee and smoked a cigarette.

I wait for them to chat in Javanese. I myself am actually from Bandung and not good at Javanese, even though I have been here for three years.

"Son Zahra. When did her husband change?" tanyakanya.

"It's only been a few days, sir. Ever since he ate satay and soup that girl gave him!"

"Aren't you eating?" ask again.

"No sir. Previously he also drank coffee that had been given something by my Mother-in-law, and he continued to be angry, unclear and rude! He was gentle with me. Polite and not like yesterday sir!" my clear.

"Yes hope there is nothing, son," said Mr. Bambang.

"Hopefully" I answered.

"Well, where's the picture?" I gave you my HP. And he held the eggs in his right hand, while the HP in his left hand. His mouth started kamit kamat and his eggs were taped to the screen hp. On HP is a photo of Mas Farhan.

He pressed it to HP and twirled the eggs to the HP screen and he put it on his desk. Then he repeated again with the second telor, he took his eggs and taped them to the HP screen. He read something with a kamit mouth.

"This is if you don't believe you can get a tray!"

"That's a tray, sir" said Bulek who was beside me.

"Oh yes. Looky yeah. Watch and remember, this is my right side of my husband. And the one who fell to my left the woman. I'm taroh yes here. This is fifteen centimeters away," he said by placing the two eggs together.

"Later I'll get out, what happens????" Said Mr. Bambang.

He removed the two eggs together and the egg on the right suddenly scrolls itself like it is attracted by a magnet from the left egg. Keep moving and sticking!

"Well, it can be concluded that the mother's husband will cuddle with the girl earlier.Because now the husband is in the influence of the girl earlier!" inexplicably.

"Yes Allah. Mas Farhan's….Huuu." I cried and covered my face with both hands.

"It's Zahra's son. Don't be sad" said Bulek and rubbed my back.

"Son Zahra, we'll see yes, what's inside this egg" Bambang said again. Then I took my hand off my face.

"Mom please bring two small bowls," pinta pak Bambang.

"A moment, I'll get it." Then the bulek takes in the kitchen and immediately to the terrace.

"This sir." The two bowls were lined up and retrieved eggs that had Farhan mas and broken and the contents were poured into the bowl.

"Astagfirullah Al-Adzim, O Allah...What's that????!!!" I was shocked to death.

"CHUCK..!!" Bulek.

"Astagfirullah Al - Aldzim...O Allah," cried Paklek aghast. There are three small nails and it is rusty. There's hair tied up, dead cockroaches too.

"God, sir, why is it in that doorway?" I can't believe what I saw with my own eyes.

"Yes, that's the pellet ma'am! This is fine too! Because if the mother's husband can't or won't come with her, the mother's husband will be made sick and made miserable with his pain!"

"Oh my God, help my husband, sir!"

"This has been helped, son. These are all things that are in the body of Zahra's husband. Hopefully this is all. Tomorrow also the mother's husband is confused because he has been separated from the influence of the witchcraft and pelletnya this girl."

"Thank you, sir, thank you" I replied with gratitude.

"Hm, well now I see what's inside this chick's egg!" said Mr. Bambang.

"Yes sir." Answer us both.

Then the eggs were broken and the contents poured into his bowl.

"Astaghfirullah Al Adzim, sir. how is all blood?" Smells the stench from the eggs.

"Oh Allah, what blood is it sir? Disgust and smell!" shouting Bulek.

"Yes ma'am, this is a menstrual blood pellet, ma'am. She gave her menstrual blood to her husband's mother. And of course it has been filled and prayed for by shamans! Maybe it's the way it's dripped in coffee or mixed into the food your husband eats!" obviously Mr. Bambang and he took the cigarette back and smoked it.

"Gosh, so he's been to a shaman?" ask me to Mr. Bambang.

"Yes, ma'am. Does he know about pellets like this?"

I thought, Yes, yes too. Maybe when Dona left the house she went to the shaman and asked the shaman for help.

The mind and mind of man sometimes cry out to God. To get something desired in various ways and misguided.

"Hm, yeah Look at tomorrow Zahra's husband must be looking for the whereabouts of Zahra's mom, because he's been released from the girl's pellet!" said mr. Bambang.

“Hm, is that right sir?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Alhamdulillah." I give thanks to God.

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